#muse: jaskier

[stellanimarum]

@maasmuse as promised - The morning sun streamed through the ornate windows of the royal chamber, casting a warm glow on the tangled mess of dark-cropped curls sprawled across the luxurious bed. King Julian of Lettenhove, lay tangled in the sheets, his head throbbing in rhythm with the banging of pots or whatever it was he could hear across the palace.

Groaning, he forced one eye open, squinting against the unwelcome light. The remnants of last night's revelry clung to him like a heavy cloak, and the scent of wine and perfume hung in the air. His memory was foggy as it always was - laughter, music, and the clinking of goblets. A soft moan escaped his lips as he realised he was not alone. A figure stirred beside him, sheets shifting as the previous night's conquest shifted in her sleep.

With a weary sigh, Jaskier pushed himself into a sitting position, rubbing his temples as if he could physically massage away the throbbing headache. He glanced at the woman still peacefully slumbering beside him, and for a fleeting moment, a flicker of regret crossed his features. This was not how he envisioned waking up each morning, but it had become a routine—one he couldn't easily break. With a groan of frustration, he'd give up on his efforts to get out of bed and collapse back into the pillows for a while longer. Someone would come retrieve him eventually.

[musamultaaaa]

@stellanimarum: Jask for Geralt

"GerALT!" The voice sounded from the front door. The bard had been, supposedly, on one of his little, extended, trips with Priscilla. But that had been but a ruse! A trick! Tricky bard! His bags were set down as his gaze peered about. The apartment was intact. Good. Geralt had to be there. He never went anywhere for fun, after all, unless Jaskier dragged him.

Jacket was peeled off, hung up, shoes kicked off. All the while, he was keeping an ear out.

[gooseberry-n-lilac]

Sooo I'm - slowly, because my net is crap unfortunately and it keeps disconnecting - watching SE3 of the Witcher, and now I've a need lol... anyone here has a Radovid muse they would like to write shippy things with my Jaskier?

[stellanimarum]

Jaskier hummed and let his eyes close. He supposed it would await to be seen. He didn't mind either way but he did enjoy the company.

He would awake the next morning to no Manon but a note...that was progress. "You sleep far too late. See you next time, M."

The next time was yet to be known, but that was fine. He'd look forward to it regardless.

Manon hesitated, pursuing her lips while thinking.

"Guess we will both find out in the morning." She offered, knowing that she couldn't guarantee she would stay. This was already a lot, however nice.

[thedemonofcat]

Kaer Morhen keeps a lot of magic objects.

One of them is a mirror that shows you the most beautiful person in the world; however, it does so based on your subjective opinion. Beauty is inherently subjective, so the spell couldn’t work in an objective manner.

The young witchers used to dare each other to stand in front of the mirror. A risky thing to do if the person who showed up in the mirror was another trainee. Or—gods forbid—an instructor.

Nowadays, it just gathers dust in the crumbling Keep.

One cold winter’s day, Geralt stumbled upon a mirror locked away in some forgotten storage. At first, he was startled to find it didn’t show his reflection. Instead, it revealed the image of a strikingly beautiful man with blue eyes and brown hair.

The man in the mirror exhaled, fogging the glass just enough to trace words with his finger.

“Help me.”

Logically, Geralt knew he should probably question why someone had trapped another in a mirror. But in that moment, his instincts took over. Without thinking, he reached out a hand. To his surprise, it passed through the glass, allowing him to grasp the other man’s hand and pull him out.

The man stumbled free, brushing off centuries of imprisonment with a sigh. “A hundred years trapped in that blasted mirror,” he muttered, his voice lilting like music. He glanced up at Geralt with a bright smile. “I’m Julian, by the way, though most people—well, most people did—call me Jaskier.”

“Geralt,” the witcher replied curtly, his eyes narrowing. “Why were you trapped in a mirror?”

Jaskier sighed dramatically, as if recounting an age-old grievance. “I was a Muse in training,” he began, noting Geralt’s confused expression. “You know, a Muse. We inspire mortals—help them create art, music, poetry. I was being groomed to become the next Muse of Music and Poetry.”

“I’m guessing things didn’t go as planned,” Geralt said dryly.

“Oh, it was going splendidly at first! I’d even reached the part where I gained immortality,” Jaskier replied, a note of bitterness creeping into his tone. “Then some sorcerer decided to trap me in a mirror just because I refused to become his personal Muse.”

Geralt raised an eyebrow. “So you’ve been stuck in there all this time?”

“Not just stuck,” Jaskier said with a huff. “The sorcerer, you see, was a terrible narcissist. He cursed the mirror to show only the most beautiful person. Naturally, he assumed it would reflect himself. Spent so long admiring his own face that he didn’t even notice the mob coming to kill him.” Jaskier grinned impishly, then leaned closer to Geralt. “You, my dear Witcher, are the first person to actually see me in a century.”

Geralt stared at him, unsure whether to be flattered or exasperated.

[yourmusicmuse]

Okay: Witcher Fandom. I NEED to know. HAS SOMEONE MADE AN EDIT OF JASKIER WITH "IT'S HARD TO BE THE BARD" FROM SOMETHING ROTTEN??? Please tell me that exists somewhere, otherwise I will literally learn to edit to make it myself!!!!

[my-jokes-are-my-armour]

Note : I don't promote my fics again in here. But Bleobheris is one fic that I started a long time ago and had some readers here. I give a conclusion there. A satisfying one, I am not sure, but at least the page can be turned properly.

Warning : Violence. Whump. Post traumatic state, depression, suicidal thoughts, alcoholism. The starter pack as always lol

This is the story of how the raid of Bleobheris turned Jaskier into the Sandpiper.

[Muse Saga]

Chapter 7 : The Sandpiper

[stellanimarum]

Jaskier laughed softly, shaking his head while his fingertips gently teased at the other man's sleeve. "Cold feet? Hardly. These boots aren't just fabulous dear. I just mean - I'm just curious about what lies beyond the tease. What you really want because while there is some universality to pleasure, it is also subjective. I want to know what you want Astarion." Jaskier replied, keeping a mischievous smirk on his face while his eyes were the deepest of imploring blues completely focused on the other.

@stellanimarum

WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO DO, IF I ALLOWED IT ?

that was a question that threw astarion in for a curveball. his eyes widened for a moment as he looked away, brows furrowing for just a moment as he quickly recovered from his genuine SHOCK.

at the end of the day, did it really matter what astarion wanted to do ?

��� what do any of us want ? PLEASURE . ❞ although he did take a moment to recover, it was just that : A MOMENT . A MOMENT , and he's back to flirting with the other, unbothered. ❝ like you said before : you enjoy the chase . don't tell me that you're getting cold feet, long before we've reached the climax ... ❞

[alaskanbby]

Hello and welcome to chapter 13 of my 16 part fic that's going to have taken I think about 3 years to finish lol, but never say I gave up! I hope everyone who is reading this fic enjoys the update, and to anyone new please please please mind the tags. This fic discusses heavy topics. But anyways New Chapter Up!!!

Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier | Dandelion

Summary:

Now it is becoming spring at the Keep, Jaskier is starting to improve but is also anxious about the impending journey down the mountain.

[coreofgold]

@mischiefxmuses: ♫ + 73 - Jaskier x Yennefer

Song: I'll Call You Mine by Girl in Red

"You know, I'm really liking how calm this place has been recently." Will it last? Dandelion has no clue. "I mean, we're not somewhere on a green hill, laughing so loud that people glare, but it's still somewhat peaceful."

[stellanimarum]

@maasmuse

Despite the trials they had faced in the desert, they had made it back to safety and without Fallon murdering him - though he was sure it came very close. The sight of the still under construction castle filled him with relief. He felt filthy and exhausted, he really would kill for a bath. Many things crossed his mind though, would others say anything about what had happened in the woods? Was his secret fully out? Or just among the Thirteen. He would be okay with the latter he thought, less so the whole population of Witches. For now. First things first though was making it known they'd made their way back, he found himself extremely eager to see Manon.

[stellanimarum]

What a pathetic fallacy that was. Jaskier would idly muse when the lightning would strike the sky. A storm of emotions for the storm over the water. No, that was getting a touch too poetically melancholic even for him.

Yennefer's offering of condolences wouldn't surprise him, it was an instinct of most decent people when they learned of a death but it still meant so much from someone like Yennefer in ways he couldn't really explain.

The interest in Essi would become clearer if it hadn't been already when Geralt was brought into the mix. The whole story replaying for him when Geralt ended up meeting her.

"Who else would you bicker with if not for I?" He chuckled weakly looking back at over her finally then glanced away once more - clearing his throat before replying.

"Geralt thought fondly of her, but not truly in fondness of lovers. For there was someone else that he could not stop thinking about." Jaskier added with emphasis on the someone and returning his gaze to hers when he did for emphasis. The sorceress beside him was the only one the Witcher truly pined for. Even if at that stage he kind of hoped Geralt would stop doing so for both their sakes and selfishly his own heart too.

The night sky was suddenly riven by a slash of lightning, stripping the sky naked like a tongue passing over a bloodied blade —  sharp; violent; but the skies did not open—  neither did it begin to rain. A sweet, soft wind whipped up among the rocks and the waves instead, and dim, silver starlight glistened in the salt air that was filling their mouths with every breath drawn.

Yennefer's lips pinched, and the thicket of her dark, long lashes quivered — the only indication of her surprise at the answer that she received from the poet. Nothing was said between the two of them for a while, then, frost-cold silence, heavy with his grief, choking the air around them in its brutal grip. ❝— you lost a friend.❞ the enchantress noted curtly, casting a violet gaze upon him. Her eyes shone, a deep, violent shade of purple. A sharp sigh parted her lips, and then, ❝ I am sorry for your loss, Jaskier... I am sure she well knew how much you cared for her.❞ futile, empty words that would neither bring her back nor soothe his pain, and yet... some deeply buried, hidden away so that she might not wholly acknowledge it, part of hers, wished to offer what little comfort she could; for he was after all, her friend...An odd, strange friend, yes. But, she supposed, a friend still. The sorceress had known him too long, now, too well; they had been on one too many adventurers together for her to pretend that she could still not stand him any more than the plague itself.

❝— I know she meant... something to Geralt, too.❞ she spoke plainly, tersely; her voice, dark and velvety, devoid of any emotion: distant; dispassionate. And there it was: the real reason she had asked about her (the real reason that the enchantress did not mean to conceal from the bard); the real reason why she, of all people, should speak her name when she had been, only a child, some young, blushing poet singing of white wolves and pearls somewhere far away and unimportant; songs that would have meant nothing to Yennefer, had the white wolf not forcibly plunged himself into the strings and webs of her destiny, stirring it off its course. ❝ too much has been taken from the both of you...❞ and for that, Yennefer was truly sorry; but then again, such was life. It would do them no good to grovel and snivel over its cruelty, its brutal, harsh unfairness, when they were here, every last one of them, with warm breath in their lungs and blood rushing through their veins, the world before them laid ripe and ready for the taking, despite its cruelty, their many losses; whatever pain they had had to endure. It was all still there. No matter their losses... no matter what had been taken from them: they were still here. ❝ but you are still here.❞ she reminded him, putting this forth as though it meant something much grander than it did. A smile, too, small yet lacking her usual coldness, draped across deep-red, narrow lips as their gazes once more met, and she idly reached out and have his hand a small squeeze, feeling her curls being whipped from the wind, long, shining locks of them sticking to her fair cheek as she sustained eye contact. ❝and I for one, am glad that you are.❞

[musamultaaaa]

@betterbard asked:

❝ what the hell are you searching for? trouble? ❞ / jask

He'd been distracted, fingertips running over burn scars as he browsed items and books. The bard's gaze rose to catch, well, the other bard. Valdo. It had been a little while since they'd last seen one another, hadn't it? He straightened, turning to properly face the man. "What? Me? Wh--- Never. I never search for trouble. Not once. It's not my fault if it happens to find me." Cornflower gaze flicked over Valdo. "Planning on bringing some with you?"

[gooseberry-n-lilac]

starter for @radovid-comma-prince ! The local tavern was too noisy, Jaskier had decided. He was sitting by himself at a table, trying to compose a new song. A mug of beer sat before him, untouched, and notes scribbled on pieces of paper lay scattered across the table. He just couldn't focus, and he wasn't entirely sure if the usual din of the place had everything to do with that, oh no. His recent „break-up” with Vespula wasn't what bothered him either, this wasn't the first time it happened. What occupied his mind was the meeting with Radovid. His whole personality had an effect on Jaskier, he couldn't deny that. The bard was secretly hoping to meet him again, but he wasn't sure how he could approach him. He groaned in frustration and threw down his pencil, burying his face in his hands. He hadn't noticed the door to the tavern opened, nor who walked through it – he was too preoccupied for that.

[somefavthings]

Im scared too...with my art muses🎨 and music and dance.🎶 Finally someone said it,I thought, im alone . Ok. Bye. Glad we talked about it.

[stellanimarum]

The wild goose chase had been noted but the strange hazing he got from the Thirteen sometimes was not unheard of and he didn’t think much of it. He was glad to get back to his lute hopefully. He had some songs in his heart he needed to get out - it was definitely something about the day even though it wasn’t something that was celebrated here. It didn’t matter really.  Because of that he had no words for what he walked into. This was...not expected. He looked away from it to Manon with surprise.  “You look beautiful.” He smiled softly. 

@stellanimarum

Sent early to hopefully wake him up,

Valentines for Jaskier, (still early on in the relationship but after she's given Jaskier some control)

Love Manon

X

Manon was nervous. Not that she would ever admit it to anyone else but the man she was waiting for. Even admitting it to herself was new.

She fiddled with the dinnerware for the fifth time in under a minute before she walked away, hands fiddling with the stupid dress she was wearing instead.

His favourite food, check.

Favourite wine, from this continent anyway, check.

Candlelight, check.

Fucking rose petals on the bed, check.

It was then she heard footsteps approaching. The wild goose chase that Asterin had sent him on must have finished.

When the door opened she found she couldn't say a word. Just stared at him as he took it all in.